Jenny's Black Hen

What a pleasant way for Jenny White for her working day to begin In her backyard a clucking lay away black feathered hen Had seven newly born chickens with her to display A thing for to bring joy to anyone's day Reminds me of Hen's Nest a poem from the pen of the great poet John Clare With the beauty seen in Nature there is none to compare What Jenny see she could scarce believe her eyes In her backyard for her such a marvellous surprise Seven little chickens some black some white and one brown Born into life not far from Koroit Town In a backyard in Southern Cross All for the pleasure of Jenny and Ross Such beauty in Nature every day one does see A beauty to view always monetary free And Nature every day some new joy to us does bring In changeable October in the prime of the Spring For Jenny in the morning in her backyard a welcome sight Seven fluffy chickens born to life overnight With their mother scratching for insects for them in the earthy ground And by her legs where she was scratching they were milling around.